G-Unit Featuring Tony Yayo, Kidd Kidd & Lloyd Banks – Set The Pick Lyrics

(Verse 1 – Kidd Kidd)
How many licks do a ni**a gotta hit just to come up on a brick
Like Craig hit Deebo with
Take team work to ball man, someone set the pick
I come around shootig like swish, quote this
If I can’t make nothing, I’m gon take something
Feds coming, one of y’all ni**as done said something
Long as I remain here I’m gong stay thugging
Rap don’t pay the bills then I’m gon’ stay hustling
6 million ways to die, choose one
A lot of ni**as afraid to die, you won
You got all them guns inside, shoot one
As the last ni**a fall for they life, who won?

(Verse 2 – Lloyd Banks)
Yo f**k your interview
That lil buzz you got is political
I knock your pride out, I’m dumbing down still, too lyrical
You photobombing, awful timing, don’t know nobody
Hard to keep up with kings, I show a body
How it’s guided from a shattered stage
Bout to make me a money barricade
Usually rapping cane, gorgeous bougie bi**h that Paris made
My jewelry ain’t the average grade
Tool in my movie got you woozy from my acid phase
Bubbly spilling glasses raised, hold up ni**as have to pay
Shotty rip your leg away
Sumo when I flat the track
Assume I’m coming back to stack
Vrooming something black on black
Room to let my Mac attack
Rumoured I’m an acrobat
Zooming in my habitat
Two’s in my accomplishments
Comments full of nonsense
But them fools don’t want the consequence
Bruising once my crimes commence
Bermuda trips in my defense
Sharp as the razor that I use to rip your confidence
Your losin’ is obvious

(Verse 3 – Tony Yayo)
F**k your radio host, f**k your rap blog
F**k your favorite rapper and his big body guard
F**k the industry man the streets gon remember me
As Tony Yayo, I been a G
Pull up and these haters getting finicky
Music loud, rolling loud, potency can hardly see
Splendid, extravagant relaxation
I guess that’s why these bi**h ni**as hating
Got the persona of drug lords
Versace slippers, Versace robe
Hit Rio in Brazil
My life real
I got a lot of clientele
I’m on that Pusha T s**t, goin diamond on my cell

(Verse 5 – Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo)
I’m supposed to chill? Man s**t is real
That was my only destination out here in the field
The drama cooking and my partner caught raw deal
The people looking tryna make it out on four wheels
I ain’t got no bail, s**t is really real
Now it’s 3 hots on one cot in the jail
Prosecutor tryna kill a ni**a for a cell
Talking football numbers man, sh*t is really real